5 Comments to “A Walk to the Isle in the Marsh (Walk No. 10)”

At first I felt a chilling path, as if souls of those before us
were watch and try to lead us on.
The thought of ghosts and hindsight was also comforting.
We are not alone on our journey ahead and we do have to wander
in the before and after!
Clever I ❤ it!

I dream of walking
for I have no legs
and like a ghost, wander here
to and fro, a windless song
lost among the brambles
caught in wishful thinking
prone to meandering
listless;
still
like a frozen fog among the moor.